The number of stares finally decreased, but the soldiers in charge of registration were greeted by several people who had already registered. "Why were they assigned to gray-level soldiers?"
If it weren't for the fact that Mo Shuwan and her group were gray-level soldiers, there would probably be far fewer people mocking them. After all, in the legion, strength is what matters, and Mo Shuwan and her group's actions just now proved that their strength was not an issue. Since their strength was not an issue, they were not people with connections.
The soldier in charge of recording didn't even look up. "The allocation rules were set by the legion commander. If you're not satisfied, turn left now and walk straight. After leaving the square, when you see any passing soldiers, ask them where the legion commander is, and they will tell you the right way."
The faces of the men standing nearby darkened. Tell them to go find the legion commander? Do they have a death wish?
Once the soldier's rank was set, it could not be changed. The only way to upgrade was to accumulate battle merits. The group could only leave dejectedly, but they no longer felt much anger towards Mo Shuwan and the others.
They were the ones who provoked us first, so it's normal for the other side to teach them a lesson.
Of course, there are rational people and irrational people. In any case, Mo Shuwan and his group still made enemies with some people in this battle.
After the tent was brought out, they finally understood why those guys had been yelling so loudly when they came in—it was so dilapidated that it looked like a gust of wind could blow it apart.
"Damn, our treatment is terrible! At least the other people's tents have a zipper, but ours is just a rag?"
"The soldier's rank is too low, so this attitude is to be expected."
Setting up tents wasn't difficult for them; in less than five minutes, several tents were erected. Although they looked shabby, at least they didn't smell bad, and they weren't small either; if you squeezed in, a few people could still fit inside.
Mo Shuwan was the first to crawl into the tent, "Wen Zuo."
"They're here."
As soon as Wen Zuo entered the tent, Cheng Hua pushed his head aside and squeezed in, asking, "What are you two going to talk about behind our backs again?"
Mo Shuwan looked helpless. "I'm not hiding it from you. If you want to listen, just listen outside, but be careful not to let others get too close."
"Hmph, I'm outside. Let's see who dares to cause trouble." Despite saying that, Cheng Hua still squatted outside with his head inside the tent, watching Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo, wanting to hear what they had to say.
Mo Shuwan ignored him and grabbed Wen Zuo's hand to examine it carefully. She was sure she hadn't misread it and felt like she had overlooked something.
"Hey, hey, hey, you two aren't going to get intimate, are you?"
"Which young couple is being affectionate in front of others?"
Cheng Hua's gaze shifted to Wen Zuo's face, and he muttered, "Then maybe you two are a couple like that. Are you really sure you don't need me to leave?"
"Shut up."
Cheng Hua staggered back into the tent. Judging from the sound just now, it must have been Yun Chen who kicked him from outside.
"Kick my butt?! You want to fight?!"
"Try attacking me."
Wen Zuo raised his hand and slapped Mo Shuwan weakly. "How about that?"
Mo Shuwan looked helpless. "You're being too fake. Be serious and use the same fighting style you used to hit others to hit me."
Wen Zuo glanced at Mo Shuwan but didn't say anything.
Come on.
Urged on by Mo Shuwan, Wen Zuo raised his hand and slapped Mo Shuwan's shoulder again, with a slightly stronger force than before, but still just enough to tickle her.
"If you hit me, I'll dodge. Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't get a chance to hit me!"
Wen Zuo looked at Mo Shuwan and pondered for a moment. Finally, he increased the force of his punch and swung it at Mo Shuwan's shoulder. He relaxed when he saw that she was indeed dodging, but there was still no change in his palm.
The only connection was Wen Zuo's fight with someone else just now. Mo Shuwan still believed that the light she saw was related to the force Wen Zuo used when he fought or something. "No, you're still holding back. You should fight me like you did before without holding back."
Wen Zuo pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke up, "Liu Dongcheng, come in for a moment."
A few seconds later, Liu Dongcheng entered the tent and squatted a few steps away from them. "What?"
Wen Zuo said, "I'll punch you, just dodge it."
"Um."
This time, because the target was Liu Dongcheng, Wen Zuo finally went all out. In the instant Liu Dongcheng retreated to dodge, Mo Shuwan saw a faint glint of light flash across his face, and her eyes lit up. "I know what I overlooked just now!"
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